Chapter 59: Marriage Blues - She Calls Her Ex, Sunk in Unexplainable Pre-Wedding Melancholy
"Is it because you've lived in America so long? Open-minded?"
I remembered her saying her fiancé had gotten his degree in the States.
"Hmm... but he's still just a Korean guy..."
That one comment from him seemed to have shaken Ji-ah to her core. I just couldn't figure it out. Why had he said that? Was it really meaningless? Or was he suspicious of her?
"I'm really good at lying, aren't I?" she asked me with an embarrassed look.
"Yeah. Even if I'd gotten that call, I would've totally believed you."
"Pfft..." She let out an awkward laugh.
"Come here, you little liar."
Ji-ah didn't hesitate a second and came right over to me.
"Let's do it again. I don't want to think about anything."
"Sure. Don't think a thing."
"But can you really go again right now?" Ji-ah asked as she draped herself over my lap.
"I'll make it hard quick."
She took the thing that was just starting to swell into her mouth.
"Ahh! Ahh!"
Ji-ah tried to say something with it in her mouth but couldn't, so she pulled it out and looked up at me.
"For real! Why's it gotten so big? No way! It fills my mouth completely!"
Up till now, Ji-ah had probably touched and sucked my cock more than anyone else.
"Huh... this is weird. Oppa! You're really the guy I know? How can you get hard this fast when you're even older now?"
"It's only been two more years."
"Haa... right."
She put it back in her mouth. Looked like she wasn't planning to finish me off right away this time. She teased the glans inside with her tongue while moving her hand. Slowly... then picking up speed bit by bit.
Then she pulled it out again and asked,
"This'll be the third time if you cum now. You can't do four, right? Heh!"
A challenging laugh, like bet you can't.
"We'll see after this one."
"Oh! You're really that confident!"
Thus began the pride battle between Ji-ah and me.
Ji-ah worked her hand and mouth furiously. And to reward her efforts, I didn't hold back much.
"Gonna cum."
The moment I felt it building, I warned her. Gotta give the girl receiving a choice, after all.
"Ahh!"
She didn't pull away. Permission granted.
Back in the day, she'd do this service for me sometimes. Knowing almost no woman would allow it, I was always super grateful.
I shot straight into her mouth.
"Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!"
Ji-ah's eyes went wide.
"Pah! Oppa! What the hell!"
She pulled off my cock in a panic and asked. Sticky fluid dripped from her lips.
"You're a monster!"
Ji-ah seemed way more shocked by the sheer volume of cum than the size of my dick.
"How's there so much? You don't even seem human anymore."
Even as she said it, she kept stroking the shaft. More leftover semen oozed from the tip, splattering her face.
"Haa... I'm gonna go wash up."
Ji-ah didn't mind my cum much. But since kissing was tough like that, she'd always head to the bathroom after, brush her teeth, and come back.
"Should I wash too?"
"Nah. Just me."
Clearly, Ji-ah had no intention of stopping here.
She came back from the bathroom and slid next to me again.
"Not gonna get any bigger now, right?"
"Would that be good?"
"Yeah. That'd be good. No more lingering obsessions... wait, it's growing? Crazy!"
Ji-ah grabbed my shaft with both hands again. She wanted to see the end of this.
"I can go ten more times. So if you wanna wear me out till I drop, you'd better brace yourself."
"Liar... guess it's true."
She let go of my cock.
"Come here."
I grabbed her hand and pulled her in. I knew exactly what she was planning. Keep making me cum with her hands and mouth till I was spent and couldn't go anymore.
That was probably her last act of resistance.
I held Ji-ah close and started caressing her pale, flawless body. The nape of her neck, the slightly plump earlobe, half a handspan below her navel... I knew all her sensitive spots.
"Hiiing... nooo..."
She kept repeating "no" until she finally surrendered to my touch.
"Put it in..."
Her eyes full of lust, she begged me. I obliged.
But not long after we started, I had to pause.
"Hello? Yeah. Haven't gone in yet. It's been a while since I just walked with no thoughts, feels nice."
Third call from that guy. And it had been ages since I'd seen Ji-ah switch attitudes so fast.
The passionate girl from moments ago vanished in a flash, replaced by a gentle, serene, chaste woman taking the call.
Back when we were together, I'd catch glimpses of that side sometimes. Like now, when she'd be deep in sexual play but had to take an official call.
Sometimes even mid-fuck. Or right on the edge of climax.
And I'd never once seen her flustered or awkward.
"Yeah, just for today."
She smiled at me.
"I'll do that. Won't go anywhere too dark. Of course. Don't worry too much, go to sleep."
Suddenly, I wanted to see her panic. I started moving again.
"Eek!"
Back then, I wouldn't have. Sure, I'd fucked her solo while she was on the phone plenty—actually, quite a lot. She'd kept her voice steady even then.
Of course, she'd chew me out after, but she never really stopped me. Ji-ah probably enjoyed it too.
But things were different now. She was under the effects of Setting Card <Sensitivity> and Setting Card <Stacking>.
This was already our third round tonight. So it was her fault for not telling me to pull out while on the call.
She let out a sound she shouldn't have.
"Ah, no! I'm fine. My legs are just sore from walking so long."
Ji-ah's quick thinking was impressive. Coming up with an excuse that fast... I never could've pulled it off without getting caught.
Somehow, making her squirm felt fun. I kept thrusting without pause. But silently. Any mistakes had to come from her mouth.
"Eek!"
Ji-ah let out another short moan, bit her lip, and glared at me. I smiled back.
"Yeah, I should've been more careful... haa... but ah!"
Her moans were getting sloppier. Ah, I had it wrong. She wasn't improvising. She'd prepared for this.
She'd anticipated another call from him, and me pulling this stunt right then. Probably had a whole manual of responses in her head.
"Eek! It really hurts. Yes. Hak! Maybe 'cause I haven't exercised in a while."
That last moan was different. More nasal, not quite pain.
"Ah! Yes. No. You don't need to. I'll sit here a bit and head back when I feel better. Eek! Haa!"
Ji-ah was enjoying it. Glaring at me but not stopping me.
"Yeah. Don't worry too much, rest up."
Call ended. Ji-ah glared at me. But she didn't scold.
"Harder! Eugh!"
Far from it—she unleashed all the moans she'd held back and demanded more passionately.
"Bad guy! Hak! When did you turn into such a eugh! bad... haa haa... man!"
She kept glaring and moaning nonstop.
"Hak! Aaah! Ahng!"
And I remembered how Ji-ah could make such a variety of moans.
"Hic! Too much..."
Ji-ah burst into tears again.
It took a while for her to recover from the intense aftershocks. She hugged me and kissed me. No reproach for what I'd done during the call.
"Feels like I'm showing you every ugly bottom of me."
Looking back now, she didn't seem proud of her actions. Clearly embarrassed.
"I want to see all of you, Ji-ah. Back when we were together, I didn't just love your good sides. Every little flaw, all of you—I loved it."
"Yeah. I know. I know you're that kind of guy. But the one showing it still feels pretty embarrassed."
Thinking about it, I'd shown her plenty of my own embarrassing sides.
"Regret it? Want me to forget?"
"No. Now that it's happened, I get it."
Ji-ah looked at me.
"Feels liberating."
"Only you could see my true self like this. I've been putting on that fake front for everyone else, but showing you even my ugliest sides... it feels freeing."
"Good."
I had two options: 'Good' or 'Thanks.' I picked the former.
Sometimes, you gotta give the wrong answer instead of the one she wants.
"But that was real. While we dated, I never did that once."
She looked me straight in the eye.
Most people avert their gaze when lying subconsciously. But skilled liars meet eyes more during lies. And natural ones mix those signals freely—impossible to spot without prior knowledge.
"I really believe you. Like I said earlier."
I believe whatever Ji-ah says. No reason not to.
Doubting someone you like is like stabbing yourself. Always hurts you more than them.
So just believe freely. Good for me, good for her.
"Idiot. I didn't do it 'cause you were easy! It was 'cause I loved you!"
Ji-ah yelled, pouted, and turned away.
"Sorry... I gave the wrong answer again. I know. You loved me. Otherwise, why'd you end up with a guy like me?"
"Hmph! So you do get it."
Ji-ah said triumphantly. I held her shoulder and soothed her for a bit.
Yeah. Back then, we really did love each other.
"But didn't you ever think I might've done stuff with someone else back then?"
Suddenly curious.
"Of course. You're like a durian."
"Du... rian? That tropical fruit, right?"
"Yeah. Not a fruit—looks like a beast, huge, covered in sharp spikes, smells awful. But those who've tried it call it the king of fruits."
"So... I'm a guy with awful smell..."
Only the smell part stuck from her description.
"You don't smell. But you're big and intimidating, hard to approach. That's you. Not the type women easily get close to."
Ji-ah kindly explained women's image of me.
"Those who brave that fear and taste durian? They rave. But mustering that courage ain't easy."
"So I was the stinky one after all..."
Felt kinda deflating. Once, Team Leader brought back durian flesh from a business trip as a gift. Illegal to import, but triple-wrapped in plastic and frozen worked.
Office reeked all day. Everyone scrambled for workable spots. I bounced between the basement studio and break room.
"Ah! Seriously! Not the smell—the looks!"
"I know, but... that smell was nightmare fuel."
Like something sweet rotting into sludge.
"See? You didn't try it 'cause of the smell either. But it's delicious. Like you."
"Yeah..."
And so durian joined how women saw me. Decided never to ask women about me again.